Thanks for expressing the sentiments, sfexpat, Lydia, and Judi. I agree 100%. Of course, I've been blessed to be spending a bit of time with him. He slept on my convertable couch last night - we stayed up late drinking wine and talking about all things after
our amazing experience earlier. I woke up late and he'd gone home already. He's seriously emotionally bruised - except for his unbound empathy and compassion for the less well off. Seeing him lovingly stroking the hands of the hospice patients and wiping the dribbles of gravy from many a chin while feeding some of them was moving indeed. Big brown eyes that just pour empathy and understanding, as well as tears. He rallied us all with some funny jokes and heartwarming stories of his journeys and the unique people he's met along the way. A loving and caring man. In his element. His medicine is love, and I am deeply touched by his profound loss and his ability to regain composure in the face of it. He wrote a list of notes on some of the patients who need last measures of dentistry. He promised to return to help.
We spoke of the friends here, and he sends his love and thanks to all herein who've reached out to him with kind messages. Needs some time to heal before tackling fearmongers and haters again. He'll be back.
It was a meaningful thanksgiving for me. I learned a lot. We should all be so lucky.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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